Chapter 1

"You miss one hundred percent of the opportunities you don't take advantage of."

I glanced back over my shoulder at the television. The presenter's cheerful voice caught my attention, although I generally wasn't interested in the programs my mother turned on during the day to distract her while she cleaned.

“We’ve all heard it before, but it’s so true, George, so true. Just like: ‘It’s always a no until you ask.’”

The two white figures on the television were sitting in a position that even I recognized as the typical "casual interviewer-interviewee position." Their chairs were slightly turned toward the audience as they fired off pre-prepared sentences and answers. I shrugged and turned back to my muesli. Boring.

That stuff was always boring, and it was the first week of summer! I could already feel months of schoolwork falling away from me, like a cocoon from a butterfly. I could enjoy the next few months, apart from the usual chores I always had to do, and I certainly wasn't going to waste them watching talk shows.

"Nnamdi! Take care of your sister!"

My mother's voice was strong and carried well from the upstairs hallway of our terraced house. Her accent was still quite noticeable, even though she'd lived in the countryside for almost 25 years, and she told people it was her way of staying connected to her past. I didn't really know what a marketing firm was, but my mother loved her work, and in our terraced house, modest as we were, there was always plenty of food, toys, and laughter. I knew that wasn't always the case for some of my friends.

The plea didn't stop me from rolling my brown eyes as I shoveled another large spoonful of the sweet cereal into my mouth. My little sister Yetunde wasn't exactly terrible; she just seemed to be constantly in my way lately, always wanting to come along or join in. Even though we'd played together for years, I desperately longed for my own independence.

“Mom, where is Mr. Hoppits?” my sister called from the living room, where she was probably looking for the stuffed animal that she took everywhere with her.

Even though I had to take her with me, I knew this would be the summer of my independence. I was old enough now to be out on my bike almost all day without having to track every minute, and so were most of my friends. It really didn't matter what we ended up doing; I was sure that every minute would be better because of the freedom I would have. Well, as free as I could be with a ten-year-old in tow.

I threw the now-empty bowl into the sink and shouted, "Leave in five minutes, Dee!" as I ran towards the stairs. I dashed into my room, opened the drawers, and quickly grabbed basketball shorts and a clean T-shirt. Then, I remembered, I also got some underwear.

They were boxer shorts that I'd only picked out last year, after complaining to my mother that I was too old for baby underwear and needed something more grown-up. She'd laughed at the time, but she'd taken me anyway, and I loved the way the cotton fit around my waist and legs.

Comfortable, and for some reason I felt more grown-up in the tight clothes. It just took me a little longer to apply the sunscreen. Arms, legs, feet, elbows, knees – my mother made it very clear that she wouldn't subject herself to the embarrassment of ashen-faced children in public.

I changed my clothes, brushed my teeth for roughly the prescribed two minutes, and ran back downstairs, barely touching a step as I thundered into the living room. Despite my efforts, my sister Yetunde (Dee for short) was waiting there, ready and eager to leave, sucking her thumb and holding her worn and patched stuffed rabbit, Mr. Hoppit, in her lap.

Guiltily, she pulled her thumb out of her mouth as I entered the room, but I just shook my head. She was pretty enough, I suppose, with skin like pale milk chocolate and large brown eyes. Mother had already tied her black, curly hair into three ponytails, each secured in three places with tiny rubber bands.

I felt a moment of embarrassment when I realized what I was doing… finding my sister pretty always made me feel awkward, even though our parents had insisted we avoid the kind of brother-sister squabbles some of my friends had. I was the oldest, so I had to look after her no matter what, and she was expected to behave when I was in charge. My father said that's how it had been in his family, too.

The eldest always looked after the others, and he always teased Uncle Ngozi when he came by, asking why he didn't take care of them anymore. 

With a slightly grumpy wave, I beckoned her out the front door, and she eagerly jumped up, clutching the mended stuffed rabbit that had been repaired countless times. She took it everywhere, and although I thought it was silly, my parents had said it was just a phase and we shouldn't bother her about it so she could get used to it and grow out of it. Our bikes were in the plastic shed at the side of the house, and I helped her pull hers out before getting mine, waiting until she had carefully placed Mr. Hoppits in the front basket before climbing onto the seat.

"Remember, Dee, you have to keep your balance and put your feet on the ground if you fall." She was sometimes a little unsteady, so I'd hold out my hand and give her a quick smile as I helped her keep her bike upright while she put her feet on the pedals and started riding. I rode without any trouble, and the bike, although not new, was still good. I'd gotten it for Christmas two years earlier, and my dad occasionally helped me clean and repair it.

It wasn't far for a bike ride, less than ten minutes down the road, two bends, and then a dead end. Laughing, I corrected Dee when she was aiming for the wrong house, pointed to my friend's house, and waved her over. I tossed my bike onto the grass with the others—Daiju and his older brother Hatsuo had obviously been out that morning—and banged on the door several times with my fist. Daiju's house was about the same size as mine, but only one story, and the dead end led to some kind of canal that ran behind the houses.

So I had to be loud because they sometimes hung out in the backyard. A few moments and a few shouts later, a Japanese boy with shaggy hair and an infectious grin opened the door and waved us in. I bumped fists with him as we passed, Daiju rubbed Dee's head, which earned him a quick glance, and we went back to his room. He still shared a room with Hatsuo, so the game console was in their room, and the game console was our target. Dee sat down on a beanbag in the corner and watched as Daiju and I sat on the edge of his bed and turned on the console.

"So, nobody plays Jiggypuff," he said immediately.

"Wait, why not?" I didn't choose it often, but sometimes I was frustrated and wanted the easy win.

"Because he's just so mean and mean and mean, and you just can't beat him!" protested Daiju.

"So he's bad, but too overpowered?" I joked and laughed at myself, even though Daiju just rolled his eyes and the gameplay started. It wasn't long before we were right in the thick of it, hunched over the TV, pushing each other to make our moves.

"Hey, you blew me away!"

"Stop defending yourself, you idiot!"

Eventually, Hatsuo came in, the older one with a few metal chains around his neck, his hair slicked back, and even a small mustache. Daiju usually admired his nearly 18-year-old brother and always tried to follow Hatsuo everywhere, but we were in the middle of our brawl and barely gave him a grunt when he came in. He watched for a few minutes, offering a comment here and there on our strategy, before leaving again. Dee had been quiet most of the time, watching the screen almost as intently as we did. He would shout out when one of us made a particularly good play, shake Mr. Hoppits in front of the screen, and cheer on one or two of us.

“I need to go to the pub,” Dee said at one point, and I made a vague go-go gesture, my eyes still glued to the screen as I battled Daiju. Almost thirty minutes later, the best-of-five match was finally over, and I dropped the controller in mock disgust.

"Link is impossible to break. I think they made him stronger because they liked him."

"No," Daiju replied with a hand gesture. "You just don't know how to play them. Hey," he glanced at the empty beanbag. "Shouldn't you be looking after your sister? Where did she go?"

“To the bathroom,” I said automatically, before I realized it had been a while since she’d asked. I suddenly stood up, images of broken vases and shattered bathroom shelves flashing through my mind. Mrs. Ogawa would definitely call my mother if Dee had messed something up, and my mother would blame me.

"Help me find her!" I said, nudging Daiju on the shoulder as I stood up. "You go forward, I'll go backward."

I immediately set off, trying to move as quickly and smoothly as possible without looking like anything was wrong. I'd heard the expression "walk naturally" somewhere before, and that's exactly what went through my head as I pushed open the back door and looked around for Dee.

Had the grown-ups figured it out? I searched the veranda for the spots where Dee sometimes hid when they played hide-and-seek outside, muttering to myself in frustration. I went down into the garden, thinking she might be playing with the dog near the back shed, when I spotted Mr. Hoppits in the grass next to a small clump of plants by the canal bank. Water flowed down there during the rainy season, so there were always more plants, bushes, and other things there than elsewhere, and some of them were quite tall.

Mr. Hoppits was standing next to a clump nearly two meters tall, a rather large gathering of giant weeds and plants that had grown over the years. As I bent down to pick up the stuffed rabbit, I heard what sounded like a moan. Definitely a sound of pleasure. I didn't have much experience with that sort of thing myself, but that seemed to make it even clearer. I paused, my fingers stroking the rabbit's faux fur, and listened. There was a soft murmur, and then the sound came again, from somewhere in the bushes.

I was now interested, curious, and, if I was honest, a little excited. Were there adults? I picked up the rabbit and crept cautiously into the bushes, moving slowly and trying to listen. Muffled voices, people trying to be quiet, but definitely two.

"Do you have... that?"

“Yes,… n.”

I quietly approached, pushing small leaves and stems out of the way. I could almost see now where the bushes had grown, with a hollow inside, not exactly in the middle, but far enough in that it couldn't be seen from the outside, and there were figures there.

“…like me?”

„Mmmhmm.“

"Do you want to do more things that feel good?" I could now make out figures, one larger and one smaller, and I could see the smaller one's face. It was Dee! The larger figure was rubbing its chest, its fingers stroking a certain spot, and I saw Dee tremble slightly under the touch and let out that soft moan again. I froze. My little sister was making that sound? I felt a warm throb in my stomach at the sound. What made her make that sound? Why did it make me so...interested?

I couldn't see the other person clearly, so I started to move sideways, cautiously, slowly, still hidden by the thick veil of grasses and leaves. First, I noticed the taller man's hands on his hips and realized he was pulling out his penis. It was hard and longer than anything I'd ever seen, and he was rubbing it with his fist. Then the man bent down to kiss Dee on the lips, and I almost screamed. It was Hatsuo! Daiju's older brother was touching himself and my sister! Dee smiled at the kiss as the boy pulled away, and then I saw him reach down, place his hand on the back of her head, and pull her forward.

“Go on, kiss it for me,” he said, a little breathless, and gripped it so tightly I could see the tip swell as Dee’s small, ten-year-old lips brushed against it and she made a kissing sound. This time it was the boy who groaned, his body trembling.

"Just a little more," he whispered, "like this, longer and deeper in your mouth."

Dee leaned forward again. I could see his hand pressing firmly, but not too roughly, against the head of her penis. The younger girl opened her lips and kissed the head more intensely this time, maintaining contact for several seconds. The older teenager moved his hand quickly and groaned again as his fist slid up and down the shaft. He gasped as Dee pulled away, looking somewhat frightened.

"That was so, so good!" he said, bending down to kiss her lips again. She smiled at him. "Now, will you show me yours?"

She frowned and looked at him, confused. "My what?" "Your yoni," he said, "I mean, your, um... cat?" The first word had obviously meant nothing to her, but at the second, her face brightened, and she nodded, took a step back, and reached down, nonchalantly pulling up her shirt and down her skirt to show him the tiny hearts and flowers that adorned her pale yellow underwear. The cotton was so thin that even I could see the slight bulge between her legs, and Hatsuo's gaze was immediately drawn to it. His hand slid from her breast down, and she began to squirm slightly. I couldn't tell if she was just ticklish or something else, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"Just let me touch you for a second," he murmured breathlessly, as his hand moved faster along his waist, rubbing his fingers over the mound of her panties.

She shuddered slightly, and then I heard that soft moan again. I was hard in my shorts, harder than ever, I think. And when I heard that soft moan and saw what was happening, my penis twitched. Unconsciously, my hand reached down and gently squeezed the hardness, a small movement that almost mimicked the twitching Hatsuo was making all along as he touched Dee.

"NNAMDI!" "DID YOU LOOK IN THE BACKYARD?"

Daiju's voice came from the direction of the house, and I saw the two of them stand up in the small clearing. The boy started fiddling with his jeans and turned away, and Dee immediately adjusted her clothes in fear. I crept back through the bushes, giving them a few seconds, before stepping into the clearing and presenting myself to a scarred-looking Dee standing alone. I opened my arms, and she ran the few steps toward me and hugged me tightly. Her small limbs closed around my waist as I held her for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Everything alright, Dee?” I asked, and she nodded, but hesitated briefly before answering.

I took her by the hand and led her back to Daiju's house. I explained to her that this time she should stay inside and not run around in the garden alone. She was quiet and obedient, didn't complain or resist. When I glanced at her occasionally while she was playing, I noticed she was sucking her thumb again. The doctor said the oral fixation was a safety response and that it would stop on its own, but it bothered Mom, so we tried to discourage her. I thought about it, but then ignored it and continued to glance at it now and then while she was playing.

Eventually she seemed to calm down, letting go of her thumb to ask questions about the game or laughing when one of the characters was flung against the screen as if it had hit the camera, and I relaxed a little more. But the images in my head—her lips on Hatsuo's penis or the sight of his fingers rubbing against her panties—flipped through my mind no matter what was happening.

I lost even more than usual, and Daiju immediately teased me about it.

"Man, it didn't matter that we didn't have Jigglypuff, that's 8 in a row!"

He cheered when he stood up after the last match and reenacted my last defeat against invisible opponents.

"Just hit yourself with the racket and *whoosh*, straight off the edge!"

“We should have turned off the objects too,” I muttered, giving him a shove that made him stagger a step to the side before he looked at me, screamed, lunged at me, and threw me back onto the bed where we had been sitting.

Laughing, we rolled around for minutes, the wrestling alternating between trying to hold each other down, tickling, and pretending to chew on limbs. Yetunde stood up and went to the edge of the bed, laughing at us both and occasionally leaning forward to hit us both with Mr. Hoppits. After the second or third smack, we looked at each other and then started yelling, leaning forward, grabbing her, and, to our growls and her giggles, pulling her onto the bed between us. The whole thing quickly became about tickling her until she could barely breathe.

I let go of her so she could catch her breath, then collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Then I noticed my shorts were tight in the front again, just like they had been in the garden. I turned so it wouldn't be noticeable and covered them with my leg, glancing over at the other two, desperately wondering if anyone had noticed. It didn't look like it, but I did notice Daiju was wearing the same tight shorts and lying on his back like me, though he didn't seem to have noticed. I tried to remember if it had happened while I was roughhousing with Daiju or when Dee had joined in. Honestly, I couldn't remember, and it hurt a little. Did I like boys? Did that mean anything?

Mrs. Ogawa called after lunch, and I told him we had to go home. I would normally have stayed longer, but I had a strange feeling about what had happened, didn't quite know what it meant, and felt a little guilty for not having watched her more closely. A quick jab with Daiju, another head massage for Dee, and we were outside again, back on our bikes.

On the drive home, I wrestled with what had happened for a while. I watched, watched as someone touched her, and I was supposed to be watching her. But she didn't seem annoyed or compelled; it sounded as if she was going along with it, maybe even enjoying it. Did that matter? And was it wrong how much I had enjoyed watching? How far would it have gone if I hadn't stopped? Eventually, the desire to avoid trouble won out, especially as we got closer to home.

"What were you doing in the garden?" I asked as casually as possible.

“Visiting,” she said.

"With whom?"

“Hastuo,” she replied softly after a long moment of silence.

"Hastuo was there? I didn't see him."

"He ran away before you found me," she said, without looking in my direction.

"Well, you should stay close to me," I said, trying to avoid trouble. "And you should really be in the bathroom."

Then she fell silent, her head hanging slightly down, and I slowed down a little so she could stop beside me.

“How about we just don’t mention it, okay?” She looked at me hopefully, then scrutinized me to see if I was teasing her. “Honestly, I’m not going to tell Mom and Dad, and neither are you. Just say we were at Daiju’s playing, which is true.” She glanced thoughtfully back and forth between me and the road, then finally nodded with a relieved smile. We cycled home, put our bikes in the shed, and went inside to make lunch.

The rest of the day passed in a fog of nervousness. I distracted myself and forgot everything, then remembered what had happened and waited to see if Yetunde would tell our parents or if they would find out somehow. By the time dinner was over, I was pretty sure she wouldn't say anything. I even offered to help her bathe, I felt so carefree. And honestly, maybe that was because I thought it would help her stay cheerful and keep quiet if I did something for her. My mother looked at me strangely for a moment, but then shrugged and said it was good that I was looking after my younger sister.

As I entered the bathroom where she was bathing, I realized there might have been other reasons for my sudden burst of selflessness, and I stared through the water at my sister's slender body. I still remembered how Hatsuo had brushed against her breast, making her moan, and as I looked at her, I wondered if he might have touched her nipples. They were little more than small bumps on her chest, but I couldn't think of anything that would elicit a reaction other than her skin. My gaze drifted downward as she washed her body, and that part was clearly visible.

Unlike the hundreds of times before when I'd seen my sister naked, this time I couldn't help but hear that soft moan and see those fingers rubbing against her panties, and I got an erection again. I helped her wash up, which was the part where she really needed help, and then I dried her off, oiled her hair, and rubbed lotion on her back and elbows. All the while, I tried in vain to get the images from that morning out of my head, and every time I even came close to touching her anywhere Hatsuo had touched her, I felt a slight tremor. By the time it was time for bed, I was so excited that I was glad I no longer had to hide the constant erections.

In bed, after my parents had come and gone from both my and Dee's rooms, I pulled down the covers along with my pajama bottoms and looked at myself. My parents never came back unless there was a problem, so I wasn't afraid of being caught. I could see the sparse curls of my dark hair around my hips and the brown foreskin covering my penis. I had compared it to other boys at school in the changing room and knew I was a little taller than some of them, but shorter than others.

My thoughts drifted back to that morning, to the sight of Hastuo moving his fist back and forth, and Dee leaning forward and pressing her lips to it. Was that… spanking him? Choking the chicken? Other boys at school had laughed and made jokes about “running away” and a dozen other funny names for it, but the pantomime was always the same. Clenched fist, up-and-down wrist movement. Of course, I'd touched myself and even played with it a little when it was hard, noticing the pleasant tingling sensation as I rubbed the underside of the glans.

But the memory of watching the older boy this morning made me hard almost instantly, and I couldn't resist the urge to reach down, wrap my fingers around the firm brown shaft, and move it as he had. I grasped it lightly, still a little afraid of hurting myself, lifted it, felt the soft skin curl and roll beneath my fingers, watched the dark skin slide over the lighter brown of the tapered tip, and took a deep breath at the sensation. It was somehow different from mere rubbing. More perfect? And I couldn't believe it was such an easy movement. My curled fingers almost fell back down before I realized it. The downward motion was just as pleasurable as the upward one.

Then I realized something I hadn't considered before—the foreskin acted like a sheath, and I could stroke it over my penis… cock? Was that a better word, more like what the boys at school called it when they talked about it? I could stroke the foreskin up and down my penis without any painful friction on the sensitive glans. Just like Hatsuo, I thought, and the heat from the memory made a clear drop of fluid trickle onto the glans.

I moved my hand down the shaft again, watching the fluid smear around the tip as the skin gathered there. It felt even better with the extra bit of fluid. Maybe smoother? I found a steady rhythm now, breathing heavily as my hand moved up and down, my hips rotating and thrusting slightly upwards to resist my grip as I moved faster. I thought of the scene in the garden, Hatsuo touching my sister's chest, her kissing him, pressing her lips to his as he masturbated.

Was that a blowjob? I had words for activities I couldn't quite name, vague descriptions of "chicken heads" and the movements involved, but it seemed like it might be. I wished once that the other guys were less boastful and would describe in more detail what they had seen and done, or read and heard.

All of that quickly faded, however, as my hand slid faster and faster up and down my shaft, and the sight of Hatsuo's fingers reaching down, brushing against my sister's panties, making her moan, suddenly sent a surge of pleasure through me. I shuddered and moaned softly as the penis throbbed in my hand, growing harder and harder, as it seemed to quiver from base to tip, spurting fluid. One surge of pleasure after another coursed through my hips as the white stuff sprayed against my hand, which was now still, squeezing rhythmically, over my hips and down to the hem of my pajama top. It was brilliant white, almost pearly against my dark skin, and I stared at it for a long time, wide-eyed.

Little spasms of pleasure still flickered between my legs, and I could hear my rapid breathing in the otherwise silent room. It felt… incredible! I grinned as I looked down, feeling the slowly fading sensations drain away, leaving me exhausted but satisfied. THAT'S why the guys always talked about it. Now that I knew… and I remembered the memory that had excited me so much. The sight and sounds of Dee. My cock—I was definitely calling it that now—throbbed slightly as the memory shot through me again.

I lay there for a long time, not quite sure what it all meant, mainly indulging in the sensations I felt, but the realization that the substance on my skin was quickly getting cold finally broke through and urged me to clean myself somehow.

I hadn't really planned how I was going to clean myself up—how could I? But I knew if I left it lying around on my pajamas and sheets, someone would probably see it. A discarded sock quickly came to my rescue, and I wiped the now-cold, sticky mess off my hips and stomach, using it with my other hand to wipe the one I'd used for my exploration. As I tossed the sock into my dirty laundry basket in the corner of the room, I noticed a small stain of it on the back of my hand.

I paused, stared at him for a moment, wondered, then quickly leaned forward and licked him. Of course, I'd heard about it at school, and I had to admit I felt a little behind the times if all the other boys' stories were even a tiny percentage of the truth. It was salty, slightly bitter, but it wasn't disgusting and didn't make me wince. The image flashed through my mind again of Hatsuo's tip touching my sister's mouth, and I wondered if it would have tasted or felt different if it had happened that way.

With a jumbled mix of images and thoughts, assumptions and stories in my head, I fell asleep. A feeling of physical satisfaction, unlike anything I had ever known before, filled my body with warm lethargy.

"I'm leaving!" I shouted as I reached the front door.

"And where do you want to go?" asked Tony, my stepbrother, sternly.

"Who the hell made you my guardian?" I shouted back.

Tony glared at me and said, "Dad told me this morning, when they left, that I should look after you while they were gone."

"First of all, you're not even related to me. Secondly, your father isn't my father. And thirdly, I turned 16 yesterday, so I'm an adult and can do what I want." I continued talking.

"Shit! ... Please at least tell me where you're going and when you'll be back in case your mother calls and asks for you?" Tony pleaded.

I calmed down a bit and replied, "Since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you. I'm going to Traci's and will be back in time for dinner. Is that all right?"

"Thank you, Samantha," he said sarcastically.

If I hadn't been in such a hurry to get out of the house, I would have hit on him about Samantha. I hated that name and would normally only respond to Sam. But I was incredibly horny, and my boyfriend Jacob wanted to meet me at Traci's to release the sexual tension that had been building up between my legs for about a week.

Damn, I was horny, and the only place my boyfriend and I could fuck was Traci's house when her parents were at work. Traci and I were like sisters and always helped each other out. I covered for her when she went to parties, and she covered for me when Jacob came inside me. Luckily, she only lived a few houses down, so I didn't have to ask anyone for a ride. I just walked.

I made it to her house in record time and opened the front door as if I lived there. I closed the door and entered the living room, where I got the surprise of my life. Right there on the couch was Jacob. He was as naked as could be. It would have been nice, since he had such a voluptuous body to look at, but underneath his naked body was Brad, Traci's older brother. He was naked too. As if that wasn't bad enough, Jacob's 15 cm long cock was deep inside Brad's asshole, his balls pressed flat against his buttocks.

We all froze, unsure of who should speak first. I suppose I was the one who felt more like an intruder than they did, because I spoke first.

"Fine. Fuck you both!!! Hope you're happy together!" I shouted, because I didn't know what else to do. 

I ran out of the house, slamming the door behind me. I stood on the porch, buried my face in my hands, and started to cry. I couldn't believe it. Where was my best friend, and why was her brother letting my boyfriend fuck him? Traci and I had been best friends since third grade, and I'd known her brother as long as she had. I didn't know what hurt more: the question of why my best friend wasn't there to stop it, or losing my boyfriend to her brother.

Admittedly, Jacob and I had only been together for a few months, but he was really good in bed. I guess it was better to find out about Jacob now than after we'd been together for a long time. After I'd calmed down, I slowly made my way back to my house. I thought I'd just take a shower and a nap while my stupid stepbrother made dinner.

I didn't even know why Tony was still at home. He was 30 years old and, as far as I could remember, had only been out of work for a year or two at most. Now he was unemployed again, and since Mom and my stepfather were out of town for a week, he was supposed to babysit.

"Shit, I hate my life. I wish something would finally happen to me," I said aloud, just before I started walking up the path to my house.

Just as I was about to grab the doorknob to enter the house, I turned around to see if Traci was running up to tell me how sorry she was, but she had no luck.

"Screw it all!" I thought. Finally calming down, I opened the door and went inside. I closed the door behind me and went to my room to get something to wear after a nice, long shower.

"Strange. I don't remember closing my bedroom door when I left," I thought.
as I grasped the door handle.

I opened the door and experienced the second shock of the day.

"Shit! Could this day get any worse?" I wondered.

Tony was lying on my bed. He was lying there naked, just like I'd seen Jacob a few minutes earlier. The difference was that Tony had one of my dirty panties over his nose and mouth. The crotch was positioned perfectly so that all the air he breathed was filtered through the used panties. He'd put another pair of panties over his eyes so he couldn't see what was happening in the room. The third pair was wrapped around his thick, fat cock, which he was moving up and down. Shit. His cock was big. It must have been 8 inches long and much thicker than Jacob's. I stood there silently, watching him stroke his fat cock while my pussy filled with juice.

I'd been silent when I opened the door, not that it mattered much because of his loud moans, but it allowed me to watch the show. Then it hit me. Finally, some luck. I knew I could turn this little incident into something exciting. Three things immediately came to mind that needed to be done. First, I had to stop Tony before he came. His arrival would have really dampened my desires. Second, I had to take control of the situation. He needed to know that I was making the decisions, and if he didn't play by the rules, things were going to get very uncomfortable for him. The last thing I knew was that I had to maintain control of the situation and his body. If at any point I let my guard down and he took control, I knew the game was over and things would be worse than before. With a rough plan in mind, I quickly got to work.

Suddenly I screamed: “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my room? Why are you in my room, naked on my bed, and what the hell are you doing with my panties? Are these my favorite pink panties you’re sniffing?”

I'm not sure if he even heard or understood what I yelled, but that wasn't the point. I just wanted to scare him and show him I was in charge. I guess it worked, because he quickly pulled his panties down and stopped thrusting.

He looked at me and tried to make me the culprit by saying, "What are you doing at home?"

I didn't give up so easily and shouted back: "No matter why! And it's a good thing I came back, otherwise you might have soiled my panties or my bed." Without giving him any time, I continued: "I'm going to call your father. I'm sure he'd love to hear what you did with my panties in my bed."

"Go ahead. He won't believe you. He knows we don't understand each other and that you'll do or say anything to get me into trouble," he said, trying again to take control.

He was right about that. I thought quickly and threatened, "I'm going to call Mom. I know she'll believe me, and then they can..."
"Just fight it out."

He relented and replied, "NO! WAIT!..." After a pause, he said, "Okay. I'm going out. Look, I haven't damaged your precious panties." He held up my panties one by one so I could see they were undamaged.

“Absolutely not. You won’t get away with it that easily,” I shouted bluntly.

"What? Should I promise to be nice to you? Should I promise to avoid your room? What?…," Tony began to suggest hopefully.

Good. My plan worked. I stopped him from coming. I took control of the situation and kept it until he gave in. He knows it's my decision and now I just have to play with my new toyboy until I'm done with him. My panties were soaked by now, my pussy was throbbing, my nipples were hard, and I wanted to feel my stepbrother's cock deep inside me. I wanted him to pay for what he'd done, and if I just let him fuck me, he'd get pleasure without consequences. I had to take it slow, but with my burning pussy, I also had to get myself aroused until I could come.

“Will you do what I tell you?” I asked.

Rebelliously, he tried again to regain control by saying, "No. I
I'm still in charge and I'll leave you alone from now on. Do what you want.
"You want to go to the city, but leave me out of there, and I'll stay away from your room."

Knowing I was quickly losing control of the situation, I shouted back: "Not a move! One foot on the ground and I'm calling Mom."

I took my phone out of the back pocket of my shorts. I quickly snapped a few photos of Tony naked on my bed, wearing only my panties. This surprised him, and he froze. He asked what I would do with the photos, and I told him that if he did as I said, I would simply keep them in a locked file. If he so much as stepped off my bed, I would call his mom and send her the photos. Knowing he was defeated, he went back to the middle of the bed and waited for my command.

"Take my panties and throw them next to my closet door." I began with a simple command: "Now lie down again as you were and spread your legs," I said, and threw my panties into the closet.

I got some belts and other things I could use to restrain him and started tying his arms and legs to the four corners of the bed. I could tell he was getting scared that I was going to cut him up or something, because his penis was rapidly shrinking to a tiny, three-to-ten-centimeter baby penis. I never would have thought that something so small and short could grow to such a monstrous size as I'd seen before. I knew he'd have to get hard before I could masturbate, so I told him I wouldn't hurt him and that he shouldn't worry. That calmed him down, but it didn't make him hard again.

With my older stepbrother now tied up, I started to arouse him again. I ordered him to watch me take off my T-shirt and bra. As far as I knew, it was the first time he'd ever seen me topless. My firm 75B breasts were now clearly visible. My small but very hard nipples stood out on my mounds. I rubbed and tugged on my nipples, giving him a hint of what was about to happen. I lowered my hands to the zipper of my cute denim shorts, and after unbuttoning them, I slowly and erotically pulled it down. I heard him groan as my panties came into view. I pulled my shorts back so he could get a better look at the panties I was wearing. I was wearing tight, little white bikini-style panties. They had pink elastic lace trim around the waistband and leg openings. There was a cute little pink bow at the front center of the waistband, which he saw immediately, even before I pulled down my shorts.

To really tease him, I slipped my hand inside my shorts, but on the outside of my panties. I rubbed my pubic area, making the front of the panties as wet as possible. I moaned sensually, my eyes rolling back as lust overcame masturbation. I opened my eyes and saw Tony staring at my pussy, hoping to see more. I turned so my ass was now facing my stepbrother. I wiggled back and forth as I pulled my shorts down to the floor. I bent over and picked them up so he could see my ass fully covered by the panties. I could hear him moan expectantly as I picked up the shorts and tossed them into the closet with the rest of my dirty clothes. I quickly turned around and was pleasantly surprised to see his once-limp cock fully erect again. It was bouncing, searching for something or someone to satisfy it. I could see the pre-cum running down his glans as she bounced around. Damn, I was turned on. I wanted to pounce on him, but I knew he hadn't been teased and punished enough yet.

"You like my panties, don't you?" I purred.

“Mmmm … Hmmm …”, he groaned back.

Giggling, I said, "I bet."

I playfully slipped a finger into the waistband of my panties and began to pull them down in one of the most erotic ways I could. Tony's eyes were glued to my pussy as it came into view. Expecting to be fucked by my boyfriend, I'd already prepared my pussy by shaving every single hair around it, inside my labia, and all around my ass crack. I looked like a teenage girl getting ready to be fucked for the first time. My pussy was damp on the outside and soaking wet on the inside. My panties were wet in the crotch, and as they fell, I could smell the juice that had seeped into the cotton gusset. I leaned forward, picked up my panties, and stepped to the head of the bed. I took the panties and pressed them against my stepbrother's face. I made sure the crotch was over his nose and mouth but didn't cover his eyes. I wanted him to see what was going to happen to him. I thought he was going to cum when I made him inhale my fresh pussy juice deeply. I warned him I'd post the pictures all over the internet if he came before I told him. He started whimpering as I rubbed the panties deeper into his mouth and nose. I giggled as I made him suffer. I was starting to enjoy torturing him as much as just fucking him. "You like licking and smelling my wet panties, don't you?" I whispered softly in his ear.

“Mmmm… Hmmm…”, he groaned.

I pulled away from his glans and turned to his limp, hard cock. I swatted at his shaft as if swatting a buzzing fly. I hit him with full force, ramming it into his stomach, then let him fall back onto his legs. I repeated this a few times, which made him move his hips up and down as if he were fucking the air. I warned him again about coming, at which point he whimpered and stopped thrusting.

I began to examine his balls between his legs, his shaft, and his glans. I parted the opening to look inside. When I saw the precum, I leaned forward and licked it clean. Tony groaned loudly, as if he'd just come. I knew I might be pushing the teasing too far, and if I wanted to masturbate, I'd better keep going. I thrust into his cock hard again to calm him down. My pussy was burning and needed to be quenched. I climbed onto my bed and straddled Tony's body. With my face at his feet, I positioned my pussy directly over his rock-hard cock. Slowly, I lowered my ass until his glans touched my juicy labia. I pushed down just enough to make sure I was in the right position for penetration. I could hear Tony moaning with desire as I teased him with the best possible view of fucking.

Knowing I would be in pain because of the size of his cock, I continued anyway. I took a deep breath and, without saying what I was going to do, thrust into his cock as hard and fast as I could. My pussy was so hot, so horny, and so full of juice that his cock slid all the way inside me. His balls pressed against my labia as I sat upright on his hip bone.

Tony groaned with pleasure: "DAMN!!! You're hot!"

As soon as my clit felt his balls, I exploded. I soaked my pussy as I drowned his cock in my juices. The orgasm shook my senses as a second, extremely intense orgasm quickly spread inside me. The second orgasm made my body tremble and shake as I felt my breasts begin to jiggle against my chest. I reached up, grabbed my own nipples, and pulled and pinched them as my head fell back against Tony's. My long brown hair now rubbed against his bare chest as my pussy rubbed back and forth against his scrotum. The sensation of his cock expanding inside me as I rocked back and forth, and of my clit being penetrated by his balls, triggered a third intense orgasm in my young, naked body. I felt my semen gushing around my cock-filled pussy opening. It collected between my buttock crease and my stepbrother's lower abdomen.

"Please... Oh, shit... Please... Let me come..." he pleaded.

I'm not sure if I felt sorry for him or just wanted his sperm inside me, but whatever the reason, the result was the same. I started pumping up and down as hard and fast as I could. I had another extended orgasm as I continued thrusting. Two minutes later, I was rewarded with massive gushes of brotherly sperm that flooded deep inside me. I pumped,
as long as,
after he filled my hole with sperm. I pumped,
until I couldn't take it anymore.

As my last orgasm subsided, I came to my senses and relapsed into revenge. I pulled his now limp penis out as quickly as possible,
how I had let him into my body.

I turned to the man who had just given me the best orgasm of my life and pulled my panties off his face.

I moved up his body and positioned my pussy just centimeters from his mouth.

I relaxed my muscles so that the mixture of my and his semen flowed onto his face and into his mouth.

He licked and drank every drop without complaint.
which he could reach.

I lowered myself further and pressed my labia against his.

"Suck all your sperm out of my pussy. Lick it clean!" I demanded.

He didn't just lick and suck me clean; the longer he licked, the hotter I got, and he knew it. I started fucking his face as my breathing quickened and another orgasm built. He licked, sucked, and teased me until I was just seconds away from another orgasm. Then, out of nowhere, he bit my clit. I exploded, shooting another stream of fresh cum right into his mouth. He licked up the fresh mass as I fell from his face to the bed beside him. All I wanted now was to be held and loved. I wanted to feel his warm, sexy body next to mine. I reached up and untied his arms and then his legs, ordering him not to get out of bed and to hold me as if he were making love to me. To my surprise, he said, "Baby, I've always loved you. Why do you think I still live here? I've always wanted to sleep with you ever since my father and your mother got together, but I was too afraid because I thought you would tell me."

I snuggled up to him, giggled, and said, "Yes. I probably would have done that too."

We fell asleep together in bed and didn't wake up until the next morning.

When we both woke up, we kissed, and Tony asked, "We didn't eat anything last night. Should I make us breakfast?"

"Fuck me first, big guy," I commanded, while still trying to maintain control.

It wasn't the same anymore, and I really didn't care who was in control. I just wanted to be fucked, and I knew his cock was hard because I could feel it rubbing against my leg. Without another word, we changed positions, him on top of me. He thrust his hard, long penis into my tender, ravaged pussy, instantly giving me another orgasm. He pounded me from side to side until he released a morning load of cum deep inside me. I managed to squeeze out one last orgasm before his powerful stream of sperm flooded my body. We hugged and kissed before getting out of bed. I put on a clean pair of panties to keep the furniture clean, but I insisted Tony stay naked. I kind of liked being in control and wanted to see how long I could maintain it. I always kept the pictures with me in case I ever needed something to keep my new boyfriend interested. Mom and Dad came home a few days later and noticed that we were getting along better than ever. They wondered why there had been such a change, but didn't want to dig too deep, as they were simply happy that we understood each other. Little did they know that all they would have to do was strip us naked, lock us in a room, and tell us to have sex until we understood each other. But who would have thought?

In case anyone's wondering about Traci: Her brother had sent her to the store to pick up a few things. He did it on purpose, to get her out of the house. She had no idea her brother and Jacob were sleeping together, and she was really sorry, but when I told her what had happened, she said it sounded like everything had worked out for the best. I had to agree with her completely.

End

Chapter 1

Looking back, I think I was six when it happened. Mom had started a new job, so I had to go to my uncle's after school. I liked spending time with him there. He let me do things I wasn't allowed to do at home.

I don't remember exactly how it started, but it must have been summer because it was always very hot, and he told me I could take my clothes off if I wanted to. I liked that, and soon it seemed normal. In fact, I looked forward to it on my way home from school. When I went into the living room with the key he'd given me, I went straight there and took my clothes off. My school uniform was neatly folded on the table.

There was always a bottle of lemonade and a glass ready there. He always seemed to be upstairs, and I was allowed to turn on the television while I waited for him.

That afternoon, after I'd changed out of my school clothes and poured myself some lemonade, I noticed a new VCR under the television. Inside was a cassette with a handwritten label that I couldn't read while standing. When I inserted it, the screen flickered on, and I sat back down on the sofa, wondering what film it was. Two men were sitting on the terrace in a large garden, sipping their drinks.

Their voices couldn't be heard, but one of the men stood up and went inside. When he came out again, he was holding a small boy in his hand. The boy looked only about a year older than me. The man introduced him to his friend, and the boy shook his hand.

Then the first man made the boy stand in front of him and opened his shorts. He pulled them down, along with his underwear, to the boy's ankles and let him step out. Then he lifted the boy's T-shirt and pulled it over his head. He carelessly dropped it to the ground, bent down, took the boy's penis in his hand, and gently rubbed it. When the boy became erect, the man bent down further and took it in his mouth.

I was staring wide-eyed at the screen when my uncle came in. "Ah, you found my new videos?" he said, grinning. I was used to seeing him walking around naked, but I'd never seen his cock so hard. It was really big. He poured himself a drink from the cupboard and brought the bottle over. He poured some of the clear drink into my glass and sat down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

We both sat there watching the man suck the boy's hard cock, and I realized I was still rubbing mine. Uncle Terry reached out and lifted his hand from my cock, then placed it on his huge one.

"Have you ever played with a man before Jimmy?"

I shook my head as he put my hand around his hard cock. It was so big.

"Well, it seemed like you'd like to play with it..." He reached out and began to rub me. It felt so good, and I immediately started rubbing him too, but he was so big that I could barely wrap my fingers around him. He also felt warm, hard, and thick.

"That's alright, we don't need to hurry, we don't want to splash each other yet." He placed his hand on mine and slowed down my rubbing against him.

"I just wanted to make sure that's how you want to play?"

I looked into his eyes and nodded, while at the same time pushing up my hips so that my six-year-old penis was there for him to touch, and I wanted him to suck it like the man in the video.

To my horror, Uncle Terry stood up, but his large penis was pointing directly at my face, so I bent down and licked it. When I looked back into his eyes, he smiled at me.

“Come, I invite you to meet some of my friends, special friends…”

He ran back upstairs, and I followed him. I'd never been in his bedroom before. He handed me a pair of white shorts, but when I put them on, they slipped down over my waist and hung from the tip of my hard little penis. "Oh dear! I'd better not go out with you like that. Here, put this on." He tossed me a white T-shirt. I slipped it over my shoulders and watched him put it on. The T-shirt was so big it came halfway down my thighs. My hard penis was sticking out the front. Terry grinned at me—"You can pull it off—it suits you."

The next moment he led me down the stairs and out. We got into his car, and he put on music as we drove down the street. 

During the drive, he reached over and pulled up my T-shirt. My small penis was still very stiff, and he started rubbing it. It felt incredible, but I was afraid someone might see.

"Don't worry," he said, squeezing my penis between his fingers. "No one will even suspect that a boy like you is into these kinds of games, except for the friends I'm going to introduce you to."

Uncle Jimmy rolled down both windows so that the breeze blew over my stiff little penis. "How does that feel, Jimmy?" he asked, as he wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed it gently.

“It feels good, Uncle,” I said honestly. It felt good, very good, especially when I was in the car with him and the windows were down. I still looked out to make sure no one was watching. I might not have known much, but I knew it was very indecent. I was starting to like it a lot, too. My cock was tingling like never before.

Uncle Terry pulled into the parking lot behind a pub. He led me in through the back door. After the bright sunshine, it was dark, and it took my eyes a while to adjust. He led me into a small back room. I could just make out a man and a boy sitting at a table. "Would you like another drink, Bill?"

The man nodded, and after emptying his glass, he handed it to Uncle. The man reached out and pulled me into the seat next to him while Uncle went to the bar. As I sat down on the bench, I saw another boy sitting beside him. The boy had pulled his shorts down to just below his knees, and his penis was erect. The man put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

"So you're Terry's boy?" I nodded, but couldn't stop staring at the other boy with his hard cock.

"Oh. You like that, don't you? You like seeing Graham's hard little cock? Good. Then you might as well go down and suck it now..."

Before I knew what was happening, the man had pulled me across his knees and forced my face onto the other boy's penis. I had never had a penis in my mouth before. It wasn't long before the man realized I was naked under my loose T-shirt, and soon he had pulled it down below my shoulders, leaving my ass completely exposed. He forced my head down so that the boy's penis was deep in my mouth.

I looked for something to hold onto. The boy's hips seemed quite small in my hands, so I thought he wasn't older than me, or at least not by much. Then I realized I actually had his penis in my mouth, and it was very hard. At the same time, I felt the man slide his hand under me and start playing with my already hard penis. I don't know how all this happened, but I realized I liked having the boy's penis in my mouth. I could almost imagine what it would feel like if someone did that to me. I wanted it. So I sucked his small, hard penis.

The boy began to lift his hips, trying to push his cock deeper into my mouth. At the same time, the man holding me on his lap had licked his finger and was sliding it up and down my cleft. I'd never been touched there before, so it was two firsts in a matter of minutes. I was surprised by how good it felt when he spread my buttocks and his wet finger slid over my hole. It sent strange new shivers down my spine, and I began sucking the other boy's cock even harder. When Uncle Terry came back with the tray of drinks, I was lying on the table on top of the other boy, and we were both naked, doing 69. We were both only six or seven years old, and it felt amazing. The man now had his finger in my asshole, too. I liked that a lot, as long as he didn't go in too far.

Uncle Jimmy put the tray on the table. "Let them drink theirs; I'm sure there's some more out there for them." I didn't understand what he meant, but I still had Mickey's hard cock in my mouth. I liked sucking on it; it was smooth and hard, and I knew what it felt like to pull the skin back from mine. Sometimes I licked my fingers while I did it, so they felt all slippery. But I'd never done that with another boy. Then Mickey's dad pulled us both up and stood us in front of the table. He handed us each a glass that looked like it contained lemonade. "You can't drink it yet," he said. We both stood there holding our glasses. We were both naked, and our hard little cocks were sticking out. Then the door opened, and Uncle Terry came back with three other men. They were all a bit older and smiled when they saw the two of us boys standing there.

Mickey's dad told us to drink our drinks in one go. We both coughed and spit a little at the end because it was so fizzy, but we managed. After that, everything got a bit blurry. We boys were pulled up so we were standing on the table. Then the men started touching us all. There were hands everywhere, under my balls, around my shoulders, and there was always a man's hand on our hard-ons. I liked it, and so did Mickey, judging by the sounds he made, giggling and "oohting" every time a man touched his penis.

One of the men went behind me and put his hand over my face. I noticed Uncle Terry standing in the corner with his camera. The man behind me turned my face to his and kissed me on the lips. It felt strange when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, but before I could think about it, his hand moved in front of me and he was rubbing my hard little penis. I liked that, so I didn't mind what he was doing with his tongue. I got used to it quickly and even started to enjoy it. The other man had pulled down his pants and was getting out of his car as he approached me. I could see his large, hard penis. The man behind me continued kissing me and rubbing my penis as he leaned forward and took it in his mouth. "Oh my God!" It felt incredible. His mouth was so warm, wet, and slippery, and he was licking the underside of my stiff little penis with his tongue, all the way to the little V underneath. The man behind me let go and held my hips firmly as I pushed forward. He knew I wanted it. He began to push me deeper into the other man's mouth. When I glanced over at Mickey, his father was sucking him too.

Mickey started whimpering, and I saw he was trembling all over, and then he just collapsed on top of his father. My cock was throbbing too, and I didn't know what was happening, except that my cock was in the man's mouth, and it felt better than ever. Mickey's father cuddled us both up on the bench while the other two men stood in front of us with their big, hard cocks, pressing them against our faces.

"Open your mouths, boys," he said. I looked over at Mickey and was genuinely surprised when he opened his mouth wide and tilted his head back to shove his huge cock into the man in front of him. He seemed to know what he was doing, and I wondered if he'd done it before.

His father stroked the back of my head. “Go on, Jimmy, open your mouth. It doesn’t hurt. Look, you can see how much Mickey likes it.” It was true. Mickey had closed his eyes and tilted his head back as the man slowly slid his huge, hard cock into the boy’s mouth. I wanted to know what it felt like too, so I opened my mouth as wide as I could and looked up at the man in front of me. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward until the tip of his thick cock was between my lips. Uncle Terry had moved closer and was taking pictures. As the man started pulling my head in further, Uncle Terry put his hand on his arm. “Be gentle with him, it’s his first time.”

The man eased off and simply let me suck on his swollen end. When I glanced over at Mickey, I saw that he had more than half his cock down his throat. His cock wasn't as thick as the one I was sucking, but I still wanted to do the same, so I pushed my head forward with each suck. I wasn't used to having anything in my mouth, let alone a big, hard cock, so after the first few tries, I started gagging. I coughed and spit, and saliva dribbled from my mouth all over his glistening penis. He seemed to like that, and he started rubbing himself all over my face, using my saliva to make it wet and slippery.

Then he placed his hand on my forehead and slapped my cheeks with his hard cock. He held me there while he continued to slap me in the face with it. I don't know why, but I liked it, and I reached down and started rubbing my hard little cock wildly. He ran his fingers through my hair and gripped my head tightly.

"Come on, boy, you want to be a good little cock sucker, don't you?"

I looked into his eyes and tried to nod, but he held me tight as he began rubbing his hand back and forth over my lips. Then he reached down with his fingers and forced my lips apart. I knew what he wanted, so I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and when he pushed it in this time, I didn't gag. Meanwhile, the other man, who had been standing there watching and rubbing his cock, came over. Now I had two hard cocks in my face. They made me switch between them, each sliding in and out of my mouth a few times before letting the other one have a go.

"You're getting good at this, I think you like it, don't you?" said the first man. "Mmmmmmmmm," I murmured around his thick cock as he pushed it all the way back into my mouth. He made me take a deep breath before pushing it back in. The second man had stopped trying to get his cock back into my mouth and was now rubbing it wildly against my cheek.

“Such a good boy,” he said, his voice tense. “Our new little cock-sucker…”

His father stroked the back of my head. “Go on, Jimmy, open your mouth. It doesn’t hurt. Look, you can see how much Mickey likes it.” It was true. Mickey had his eyes closed and his head tilted back as the man slowly slid his huge, hard cock into the boy’s mouth. I wanted to know what it felt like too, so I opened my mouth as wide as I could and looked up at the man in front of me. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward until the tip of his thick cock was between my lips. Uncle Terry had moved closer and was taking pictures. As the man started pulling my head in further, Uncle Terry put his hand on his arm. “Be gentle with him, it’s his first time.” The man eased off and just let me suck on his swollen end. When I glanced over at Mickey, I saw that he had more than half of his cock down his throat.

His cock wasn't as thick as the one I was sucking, but I still wanted to do the same, so I pushed my head forward with each suck. I wasn't used to having anything in my mouth, let alone a big, hard cock, so after the first few tries, I started gagging. I coughed and spit, and saliva dribbled from my mouth all over his glistening penis. He seemed to like it, and he started rubbing himself all over my face, using my saliva to make it wet and slippery. Then he put his hand on my forehead and slapped his hard cock against my cheeks. He held me there while he slapped me in the face with it. I don't know why, but I liked it, and I reached down and started rubbing my own hard little cock wildly. He ran his fingers through my hair and gripped my head tightly.

"Come on, boy, you want to be a good little cock sucker, don't you?"

I looked into his eyes and tried to nod, but he held me tight as he began rubbing his hand back and forth over my lips. Then he reached down with his fingers and forced my lips apart. I knew what he wanted, so I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and when he pushed it in this time, I didn't gag. Meanwhile, the other man, who had been standing there watching and rubbing his cock, came over. Now I had two hard cocks in my face. They made me switch between them, each sliding in and out of my mouth a few times before letting the other one have a go.

"You're getting good at this, I think you like it, don't you?" said the first man. "Mmmmmmmmm," I murmured around his thick cock as he pushed it all the way back into my mouth. He made me take a deep breath before pushing it back in. The second man had stopped trying to get his cock back into my mouth and was now rubbing it wildly against my cheek.

“Such a good boy,” he said, his voice tense. “Our new little cock-sucker…”

My son came inside me without knowing he was fucking his mother.

This is the beginning of my story with my son. And more than a mother-son story, it is perhaps more a story of discovery, of a mother discovering her body and her desires, however forbidden and reprehensible they may be in society.

It all started about a year ago when I was preparing to welcome my son home for New Year's Eve. He was studying in another city and was coming home for the holidays and the end of the year.

But this time, unlike last year, he came alone. And judging by his expression, he must have broken up with his girlfriend. Deep down, I was even relieved, because I have to admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. I think my son was too handsome for her. Well, I suppose every mother thinks that about her son, right?
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And when I found out she'd actually broken up with him, it only confirmed my resentment towards her. But what a time for a girlfriend to break up with him! And I was ready to do anything to cheer him up. The only problem was that, since he didn't have much else to do, he was going to be spending the night with some boring old men.

I had spent the last week preparing everything: drinks, food, cleaning the house, getting everything ready for his arrival. And although I had always given him complete freedom, I now felt responsible for giving him a celebratory evening.

But to my surprise, no sooner had he left to meet some friends than he returned home and was already with another girl. I guess that shouldn't be a problem.

For a 20-year-old boy with a well-trained body, even on New Year's Eve. 

By this time, the party was in full swing. The house was packed; there must have been forty people there. Everyone was drinking, laughing, and having a great time, including my son and his likely new girlfriend.

The two of them were drinking while making out in a corner, which filled me with uncontrollable jealousy. I don't know why. Maybe I imagined I had him all to myself that evening. And I think that's why I ended up drinking a little too much.

Late in the morning, after a long celebration in which my room was full of my young nephews and my pregnant sister-in-law, I went to sleep in the next room. It was quiet, and in one of the single beds lay my son and his friend, fast asleep.

I don't know what time it was, but it was the middle of the morning. And for a moment, the beam of light from the hallway woke me, still half asleep. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I thought it was my husband, who had collapsed on the couch and maybe wanted to make out a little.

Suddenly I felt the bed shake and the weight descend upon me, while hands fondled my breasts and moved down my body until they reached between my legs. Then he lifted my nightgown and pulled my panties aside.

But when he thrust his penis inside me and I felt completely filled as he pounded and penetrated me, something was wrong. Only then did I realize how large the penis inside me was.

Another strange thing was his firm buttocks, which I held and which pressed against my body. I also had a wonderful orgasm, the likes of which I hadn't had in a long time. And not yet satisfied, while he was fucking me, he sucked on my breast, licked my nipple, and played with it with his tongue.

Then he began to sigh heavily. And at that moment, my nails dug into his ass, driving his cock deep inside me. Then, with one final thrust, he entered my pussy and placed his mouth on mine, sucking on my throat and simultaneously filling my vaginal canal with his warm sperm.

And as soon as he came inside me, collapsed beside me, and fell asleep, I heard those words and froze completely. "That was incredible, Pati!"

I was still lying in bed, unable to move a single muscle in my body. If I remember correctly, when my son came home that evening, he came into the kitchen to introduce me to his friend. And with this smile on his face, he made me blush: "And this hot chick here is my mom!" Then he introduced us: "Mom, this is Patricia!"

Oh my God! His body was still on top of me, his mouth was full of my lipstick, and one of his hands was on my breast. My son was sleeping like an angel... after he'd fucked me... and after he'd come inside me!

I think the light in the hallway was on when he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. And when he came back, he must have gotten into the wrong bed. But that didn't seem to matter at all anymore. I'd already come countless times with his cock inside me, I'd already felt his tongue in my mouth... and his semen was running down my face between my legs, soaking my panties.

With one hand still on her bottom, I felt her heartbeat, the closeness of her body, and her warm breath filling my senses.

I could have jumped up in horror, pushed him out of bed, or simply screamed and woken up the whole house – and I can't imagine what a scandal that would have been!

But suddenly I felt something strange wash over me, a heat, a longing that filled me with a pleasure I had never known before. And with his mouth so close, just centimeters from mine, I did the most unthinkable thing, something no mother would ever do in such a situation…

I opened my lips, stuck out my tongue… wanting to taste his mouth again, still with the taste of our kiss. He was still asleep in his untouched sleep, and I still had my hand on his bottom, just as I had slept beside him.

I must have had all sorts of incestuous dreams that night. All the dreams no mother should have about her child. But none were as real as the one I had lying awake with my son in that narrow single bed.

And whatever that feeling was, I knew only one thing: I wanted more of what I had tasted for the first time that night... no matter how wrong it was, I just wanted that huge cock inside me again. And I was ready to do anything for it!

Katerina was born in Ukraine. And when she was 14, she met a man from the USA who was doing business in Ukraine.

The man was 25 years older than Katerina, but since her father was a business partner with him, he encouraged his young and very attractive daughter Katerina to marry him. Katerina soon gave her virginity to the man. Katerina's father arranged for them to eventually marry, and when Katerina was 15, she became pregnant. Shortly after her 18th birthday, Katerina and her young daughter arrived in the USA.

Katerina, along with her husband and daughter, would visit Ukraine several times a year until the war with Russia began. Before Russia's first attack, Katerina's husband left for Ukraine without her and their daughter. Katerina eventually learned that her entire family, including her husband, had been killed in a missile attack during the early days of the war.

When I learned about her, Katerina discovered that after her husband's death, he had very little cash that she could access. She managed to get a job that allowed her to just barely make ends meet. But, in her desperation, she stole property from her employer, which she then sold at a farm shop.

Her employer discovered the theft and had her arrested. The company filed charges, and Katerina quickly settled for a six-month suspended sentence, but she would have a criminal record from her former employer. Also, since she was dismissed for cause, she was ineligible for unemployment benefits. She had expected government assistance but remained in the position. I was informed that there were problems processing her application.

Katerina finally reached the point where she had been evicted from her apartment. She was able to check into a cheap hotel with her daughter on a Thursday, but she didn't have much money left to stay there long. The day after Katerina and her daughter checked into the hotel, Katerina drove to a restaurant and went inside. She just wanted to be alone without her daughter as she began to think about how alone she was in the world after losing her husband and family, and how the only viable option she could think of was to sell her body for sex. Tears began to flow from her eyes.

Mark entered the restaurant and sat in the booth next to Katerina. He was a very successful 45-year-old man. He always stayed healthy and, with a full head of dark hair, a touch of gray, he was a handsome man. Mark had been divorced for five years. Since then, he had had a few girlfriends, but when he didn't have a woman available, he often paid a woman to have sex with him.

Katerina looked down, and although she was facing Mark as he sat down, she didn't see him. Mark glanced at the 25-year-old woman with short blonde hair and could tell she was crying. He decided to approach Katerina. She looked through her tear-stained blue eyes and saw Mark sit down. Mark thought she had a pretty face.

"Are you okay?" Mark asked.

"I'm sorry...I just don't know what to do," Katerina replied in English with a Ukrainian accent.

He asked her what she meant. Katerina was willing to share her dilemma with anyone who cared, so she went on to tell him about her situation. She also told him that if she couldn't get any money soon, then she and her daughter would have to leave the hotel and probably live out of their car, since she had checked the homeless shelters, but they were full.

"Wow... I'm really sorry to hear about your situation," Mark said, as he reached out to her and his thoughts. As he began to insert his penis into the sweet young woman's sex holes, his mind filled with "My name is Mark."

"Nice to meet you, Mark...I'm Katerina"

"Did you eat Katerina?"

"No, I just came in here to sit down. I only ordered water."

"Are you hungry?

"Yes"

"Okay, order anything you want from the menu...it's on me."

"Thank you so much. That's so sweet of you," Katerina replied with a smile.

Katerina's tears stopped, and she ordered food from the waitress. Katerina could see that Mark was much older than her, but she found him attractive. They came to tell each other their ages, and when Katerina learned that Mark didn't have a wife or girlfriend, she hoped he would be willing to help her out of her terrible situation. She told Mark about her nine-year-old daughter. Sensing Katerina's desperation, Mark had decided to take advantage of her situation to have sex with her and perhaps fulfill one of his long-standing fantasies: sex with a prepubescent girl. He figured if she resisted, he could simply leave the restaurant and never see her again.

As they were almost finished eating, Mark said, "So... you had Ivanna when you were just 16? I bet she's really sweet, just like her mother." Mark commented.

"Thanks Mark, but you can't. That's really mean... I look terrible after crying so much." 

Mark laughed and then asked to see a picture of Ivanna. Katerina showed Mark a picture. He looked at Katerina's daughter, and evil thoughts of his penis slipping into her 9-year-old virgin pussy filled his mind. Ivanna seemed to be a much younger version of Katerina, with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fair complexion.

After seeing the picture of Ivanna Mark commented, "She's a real cutie." "No boobs yet, huh?"

Katerina thought it was a strange question, but she answered kindly, "No, Mark. She's only 9. She hasn't started puberty, but just in case, no boobs or pubic hair yet. You were curious about that too."

"Thanks...I was curious about her pussy," Mark replied with a smile. "Do you two see each other naked often?"

Katerina was genuinely shocked by the way Mark was discussing it, but said nothing to discourage him. She blushed and looked down as she answered, "Well...umm...I used to go to nude beaches with my family in Ukraine when I was a child...so...I never frowned upon nudity, and even when I was with my husband, we weren't shy about walking around naked if Ivanna was around, if there was a reason to be naked, like getting ready in the morning or after we'd had sex. So yes, we see each other naked quite often."

"Has Ivanna ever seen you and your husband having sex?"

Katerina blushed again, but replied, "Uhhh...I don't think so, Mark. But you know how kids are, you never know. I saw my parents having sex once...I think I was about 13. I went into their bedroom while my mother was on top of my father with his penis in and out of her vagina. When they realized I was there, my mother simply told me to leave the room...She made no attempt to hide anything."

Mark's penis was hard, and he liked the direction of the conversation with Katerina very much and asked, "Do you have any nude pictures of you and your daughter?"

She was very surprised again by his request, but instead of reacting with any kind of anger, she decided to propose to him. "Um...no Mark...I don't have any nude pictures of myself or my daughter, but...umm...If you're willing to pay me some money, then I'll let you see me naked and you can have sex with me if you want."



"Really? Hmmm. I would like that. Very much Katerina, but I want Ivanna to be included in the deal."



"What? My daughter? You really? Do you want to see my daughter naked and have sex with her? She's only 9 marks!"



"Yes, I want to see you both, and your daughter naked, and then have sex with both of you. I'll give you $2,000 for both of you to spend the weekend with me."



Katerina was shocked by what she had just heard. "Um...wow. I wasn't quite expecting that, Mark. Selling my body is one thing, but selling my daughter too?"



"That's okay, Katerina. I'll give you one hundred dollars to at least help you out. Best regards."



Katerina began to panic. Mark stood up as she realized she was about to lose her chance to escape the desperate financial situation she was in. "Mark...please...don't go...I wasn't expecting to hear what you said, so I was just surprised. Can you sit down, and we can talk about it some more?"



He sat down and Katerina asked him, "I know I could make her naked, but what if she refuses to have sex with you? I don't want to force her to have sex."



He replied, "No...I don't want to force her either. But like her mother...I bet you can persuade her."



"If I agree to this, would you consider making it a weekly arrangement?"



Mark smiled and replied "Absolutely Katerina"



"Um...okay...it's a deal, Mark!" Katerina replied with nervous excitement about the amount of money she could make Mark. "Should we go get Ivanna now?"



"No Katerina...I think you and I should have some fun first. Let's go to my house and after we're done there, we can go pick up Ivanna."



Mark and Katerina stood up. Mark studied Katerina's body now that she was standing. She had a very pretty face, even though she wasn't wearing any makeup; Mark was very pleased with what he saw. She stood 5'4" tall and weighed 115 lbs. with 34B breasts.



When they got outside, Mark said to her, "You can ride home with me. Your car should be fine here until I bring you back on Monday."



"Um, okay Mark"



Katerina got into his car. She got in and drove off from the parking lot.



"Your car is so beautiful, Mark," Katerina commented as she sat in his Lexis.



Katerina fidgeted in her seat as Mark drove up to his house. He asked if she was nervous about what she had. She agreed.



"Yes... I'm very nervous, Mark. I've never had sex with a man I just met for money. And honestly... I've only ever had sex with one man in my life, who was my husband. And after that, I have to convince my 9-year-old daughter to have sex with you. So yes... I'm very nervous."



Mark replied, "Well, I'm very glad you agreed with Katerina. Do you think Ivanna has ever had sex?"



"Oh gosh Mark... I don't think so. I mean... she knows about sex, but I haven't checked her pussy to make sure she's still a virgin. But I'm sure she would have told me if she'd had any kind of sex with anyone. So... if that's the case, you're probably fucking a virgin pussy. Is that what you wanted to know?"



His penis was talking heavily about Katerina's 9-year-old daughter. He replied, "Yes...", that's what I wanted to know.



Mark stopped at the bank and said to Katerina, "I'm going to get $300 to give you for what we're going to do at my house. If things go as I want over the weekend, we'll come back to the bank on Monday morning, and I'll give you the rest of the money."



"Okay Mark," she replied. "And thank you...you really are saving me and Ivanna."



He gave her the money and as he stepped away from the bench, he asked her, "Have you ever had sex with another woman?"



"Um...well...yes...once. A few months before I lost my husband, he took me to a motel room and a woman showed up...She was a prostitute about my age. He watched as we kissed each other and then licked each other's pussies before he fucked her. I came. The woman's face as I watched his cock go in and out of her pussy. He wasn't wearing a condom, so I sucked his sperm out of her pussy after he came inside her."



"Do you enjoy having sex with both your wife and your husband?"



"Yes...to be honest...I loved it"



Mark pulled into his driveway. "Oh Mark, is this your house?"



"Yes, it is"



Mark pressed the button for the garage door opener. When the door opened, Mark stopped. Mark got out and walked around to open her door. Katerina stepped out and Mark led her to the door that led into the kitchen.



"This house is beautiful, Mark."



"Thank you, Katerina. Well, let's go to the bedroom."





Part 02: Katerina Shit Mark's Cock
They went into the bedroom and Mark sat down on the king-size bed. He told her to undress. Katerina kicked off her shoes and then unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped it off her shoulders and placed it on a chair next to the bed. Slowly, she pulled down her jeans and stepped out of them.



"Turn around, Katerina." Mark commanded.



She turned to face him. When Mark saw her bra-covered breasts, he began rubbing his penis through his pants. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She then pressed her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, exposing her vulva. Mark stood up, and she watched him rub his penis for a minute. His gaze focused on her breasts. Mark found her breasts perfect; her nipples were erect and surrounded by quarter-sized areolas. Mark shifted his gaze down to her crotch.



"Oh Katerina, you are magnificent," Mark murmured.



She giggled. "Thank you, Mark."



Mark began to undress. She watched him as he pulled down his boxers, revealing his erect 8-inch cock. Katerina moved closer and wrapped her hand around Mark's cock, which felt its hardness. She placed her other hand on his balls. Mark let out a soft moan as she began to stroke his cock while massaging his testicles.



Katerina knelt down and bent over. She opened her mouth as she approached the head of Mark's penis.



"Ahhhhhhh Katerina," she sighed as her lips closed around the head of his penis.



She took more of Mark's cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as she sucked on it. Slowly, she pulled her mouth away from his cock and then licked down the shaft until she reached the base. She ran her tongue around Mark's balls. Katerina sucked his balls one by one.



She looked up at Mark, "Can you squirt in my mouth? It's been so long since I've tasted a man's semen, and I've always loved the taste of my husband's semen. I'll make you hard again so you can fuck me."



"Oh yes Katerina, I love this idea!"



She licked Mark's shaft and then took his cockhead into her mouth. Slowly, she slid her lips down his shaft, astonishing Mark by not stopping until her nose was buried in his labia. His cock was in Katerina's throat, and the sensation for Mark was incredible. She moved her lips back up to the tip. One of her hands took hold of Mark's glans and began massaging them as she started moving her mouth up and down his shaft.



After a few minutes, Mark said, "OHHHHHH Katerina, don't stop! Oh God, I'm so close... keep sucking me!"



Mark could feel his balls. Touching, as he fucked her face. Her tongue moved quickly around Mark's cock when she was shitting.



"AHHHHHHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING KATERINA! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mark screamed.



Mark began shooting streams of his semen into her mouth. After his seventh spurt, he slowly withdrew his penis from her mouth. When his penis was fully out, he watched as she swallowed his sperm. Then she used her tongue to coax the last drops from his penis. Katerina stood up and licked her lips. Mark pulled her toward him.



She said, "You tasted so good, Mark. Did you like that?"



"It was amazing," he replied.



He moved his mouth to hers. Mark pressed his lips to hers. Their tongues met, and Mark tasted his semen on her tongue as they kissed passionately.



He broke the kiss and said to her, "I hope Ivanna is as eager to eat sperm as her mother."



Katerina laughed and said to him, "I'm sure it will be her, Mark."



Mark was thrilled by her reaction and apparent acceptance of allowing her daughter to be sexually harassed by him.





Part 3: Mark gives Katerina an orgasm
Katerina asked, "Would it be possible for me to use your shower? I'd like to be really clean for you when you fuck me."



"Of course, you didn't have to ask that."



Mark took her into the bathroom.



"Wow, your shower is huge. Uh, do you have a trimmer and razor I could use? I usually like to trim my pubic hair and shave the edges, but I haven't been doing that lately, and I want to be well-groomed down there for you."



He replied, "Sure Katerina"



Mark placed a trimmer and a razor under the shower and started turning on the water.



Before she went into the shower, she said, "You can stay in here and watch me if you want or could. Join me."



Mark decided to join her. He followed her into the shower. She stood in the corner of the shower, trimming her pubic hair and then shaving around her vulva, leaving a nice little patch of pubic hair leading to her clitoris. She asked Mark if he would wash her body. He first applied soap to her back and breasts. Then he began to wash her more deeply, half-concentrating first on her vulva, then her legs, and finally. Mark turned her around and began to clean her anus. He held a middle finger firmly and pushed it into her anus. She let out a moan. With his other hand, Mark reached around and rubbed her clitoris.



"That feels good, Mark."



After a few minutes, Mark pulled his finger out of her asshole, stood up, and pulled her body toward his. She began to wash Mark's body; she took a little more time and rubbed his hard cock with her soapy hands. After rinsing, Katerina reached down and grabbed Mark's cock as they kissed. They hugged for a few minutes, and then Mark said it was time to go to the bedroom. Mark turned off the water, they dried themselves, and went into the bedroom.



Mark laid her on the bed and attacked her breasts.



"Oh God Markus, it's been so long. Oh...suck my tits," Katerina moaned loudly.



Mark took her nipple between his teeth and gently bit it. He lifted his head and pushed her breast out from under her chest. She let out a soft moan, as Mark did with the other nipple. Mark moved one hand down to her pussy, feeling its heat. She spread her legs apart as Mark began to rub her wet slit. As he moved his mouth towards her pussy, he lifted her legs and told her to hold them up for him. Her labia were parted, so he could see the pink of her vulva and clit. Mark plunged his tongue into her vulva.



She screamed "Ahhhhhhh! Oh.....Mark, eat my pussy, it feels good"



Mark plunged his tongue deep into her pussy a few times, then licked her slit until he reached her clit. Mark flicked his tongue over her clit, causing her to throb on the bed. Her pussy gushed its juices as his mouth attacked her clit. Mark sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down lightly. She arched her hips up towards Mark's face. With her legs raised, her puckered asshole was visible. Mark ran his tongue down from her clit to her wet pussy hole. He plunged his tongue into her pussy hole and licked down a few times. Mark heard Katerina's breath catch as Mark's tongue ran over her asshole.



"Oh Mark, do it again, Mark!" she screamed.



Katerina raised her legs higher, giving him better access to her anus. Mark licked around her, shaking his hole. She breathed heavily as Mark began to press his tongue against her anus. She grunted softly as her hole opened and let the tip of Mark's tongue inside. She began to rub her clit while Mark circled her anus.



"Ahhhhhhh! I can feel it going in, Mark! Oh God... Your tongue is in my asshole. It feels so good!"



He pulled out his tongue and inserted his fingers into her asshole, while his mouth went back to working on her clit.



"AHHHHHHHHHHH, I'M...I'M GOING TO...CUM! OHHHHHHH! SHIT! I'M COMING!" She screamed as her asshole was clamped down on Mark's finger and her pussy juices covered his lips.





Part 4: Katerina gets beaten up and her ass fucked
When her orgasm was over, Mark went to a drawer where he pulled out a set of wrist and ankle cuffs.



"Get on your knees, Katerina...face down," Mark commanded.



"Mark, what is this?"



"Do it!" he shouted.



She nervously did as he said. Then she felt a cuff being fastened around her right ankle, and then the other around her left ankle. Mark then grabbed her right hand and pulled it back so that it was next to her right ankle. This forced her ass up face-up on the bed. He fastened the other part of the cuff to her right hand. He then did the same to her left hand. Katerina's husband sometimes engaged in W&M activities with her, and she always loved it. Her pussy burned as Mark secured her wrists up to her ankles, leaving her ass completely vulnerable for whatever Mark wanted to do. He then got a ball gag. Katerina willingly opened her mouth and let him gag her. Mark then got a vibrating butt plug, but instead of putting it in her asshole, he put it in her pussy, even though he knew that because of its shape, it wouldn't come out.



"AHHHHHHH!" Katerina moaned loudly as her sex was stimulated by the sex toy.



Mark got some lube and squirted it into her asshole. She knew in that moment that he was going to fuck her asshole. Mark then went to his closet to grab a belt. He showed the belt to Katerina, and she knew what he was going to do to her before fucking her asshole. She was excited by the impending assault of this handsome man she had just met.



Mark swung the belt at her ass.



"Ahhhhhhh!" Katerina muffled her voice through the ball gag.



He has more power in my next swing.



"Ahhhhhhh!"



"I want to see those tears flowing down your face, slut." Then he started quickly slapping her ass.



Mark swung with all his strength.



Wack. "OWWW!"



Wack. "OWWW!"



Wack. "OWWW!"



Wack. "OWWW!"



Wack. "OWWW!"



He walked around to look at her face. Tears were streaming from her eyes, but her pussy was burning and building to orgasm.



He smiled and said, "I haven't been made a slut."



Wack. "OWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWW!"



Katerina's ass was red and covered in welts. The pain on her ass, combined with the sensation in her pussy, was intense. She breathed heavily as she felt an orgasm approaching.



Wack. "OWWWWWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWWWWWW!"



Wack. "OWWWWWWWWWWW!"



As he pulled back to deliver another blow, Katerina reached her climax. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed into the ball gag as her body trembled with a powerful orgasm.



When Mark saw that she was squirting, he immediately shoved his penis between her legs into her asshole.



"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed again, her body still cramping as she endured the stinging pain of Mark's cock pushing past her sphincter. Soon his 8-inch cock was fully inside her asshole and Katerina felt his hips press against her buttocks.



"There, it's all clean up your ass. How do you like it now, slut?" Mark asked.



"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Katerina moaned. Her husband regularly had anal sex with her, and she always loved it, especially when he used a vibrator on her clit.



Katerina moaned as Mark fucked her asshole while her pussy was stimulated by the vibrating butt plug. Mark pounded in and out of her asshole, and soon he could tell she was close to coming again by the way she was breathing.



"AHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed through her ball gag.



Mark reached his climax. "OHHHHHHH! GOD YES! I'M LOOKING INTO YOUR ASSHOLE KATERINA!" Mark fired his load deep into her asshole and could feel her pussy spasm as she came again.



"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Katerina screamed into the ball gag as her body began to tremble with another orgasm.



He ejaculated six times, shooting his semen into her asshole as she experienced her third orgasm. He pulled his penis out and removed her restraints. He pushed her onto her back and lowered his face to hers.



They kissed for a few minutes. Before he spoke, "That was really great, Katerina."



"Oh God, Markus... I really enjoyed it. My husband used to like having sex with me like that, although what you did was a little different, but I always loved it and I loved what you did. I loved feeling helpless while you abused my body and fucked my asshole."



"Really? I thought that might have really freaked you out. I'm so glad you liked it, Katerina. How about we get dressed and now we're going to meet Ivanna?"



"Okay Mark"



Katerina and Mark got dressed and got into Mark's car. Her butt was stuck when she sat down on the seat.





Part 5: Ivanna meets Mark
As they approached the hotel, Mark commented, "This is a really dull place to stay."



"Um...yes...but after the weekend we can find a place much better...Thanks"



Mark parked his car and they went out the door. Their daughter had just gotten out of the shower when Katerina opened the door. Ivanna didn't hear her mother and Mark when they entered the room. She was naked when she left the bathroom and saw her mother with a strange man. Mark had grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, getting a good look at the 9-year-old girl's naked body.



"Mommy, could you have let me? Did you know you were going to bring a man into the room?"



"Don't be so modest, Ivanna. I met Mark today and he's a very nice man. We'll be spending the weekend at his house."



Katerina suddenly pulled Ivanna's towel away, exposing her naked body to Mark's eyes once again.



"Mommy!" Ivanna screamed in shock that her mother was exposing her naked body to the eyes of the strange man.



"Stop whining, Ivanna... You're not too old for me to play a trick on you, and I'm sure Mark would love to. Help me!" Katrina responded firmly. "Now get dressed and pack some things to take with you for the weekend."



Ivanna went naked to the drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. She put them on and then some other clothes. She grabbed a few other items and then asked, "Does he have a pool? Should I bring my swimsuit?"



Mark replied, "I have a pool and a jacuzzi, but you won't need a swimsuit. It's okay to be naked in my backyard; nobody can see us."



"Huh?" Ivanna replied with surprise.



"You heard him, Ivanna. Now we're going," Katerina said firmly.



Katerina bought a few things for herself and then went outside with her daughter to Mark's car. Mark managed to have a conversation with Ivanna on the way to his house, but his thoughts remained consumed by the vision of Ivanna's naked, undeveloped body he had seen in the hotel room. Her breasts had small nipples, and her virgin vulva was hairless.



"Is this your house?" said Ivanna as Mark drove into the driveway.



"Yes, it's Ivanna."



Mark gave them both a tour of the house. When Ivanna asked where she would sleep, Mark told her they would find out later. Ivanna looked outside at the pool and the hot tub; she was nervous about being naked out there in front of Mark, if what her mother had told her was true, even though he had already seen her naked body.



Mark said he would order some for dinner and have it delivered. Mark showed Katerina where the ingredients were to make piña coladas, while she worked on it. Mark went into his "cave" to get some food on his computer. Katerina prepared two glasses of piña coladas for her and Mark.



As they took their first sip of the Pina Colada, Ivanna asked, "Mommy, can I have one too?"



Mark chimed in, "Sure, I think you can have a glass. Go and prepare her a Katerina."



"Um...okay Mark" Katerina prepared a glass for her daughter.



Ivanna took a sip and said, "Wow, that's good."



Finally, the doorbell rang. It was the food they had ordered. After they had eaten, Mark and Katerina had another round of piña coladas. Afterwards, they went out onto the terrace and sat down next to the jacuzzi. Ivanna was still sipping her first glass, but she could already feel the effects of the alcohol.



Katerina went to the edge of the whirlpool and put her fingers in. "The heater is on."



"Yes, I leave it for a while so it's always ready to use when I get in the mood. And I think I'm in the mood right now."



Katerina knew where things were. She should be on her way soon, but she showed no reservations to either Mark or Ivanna. "Okay, Mark... I guess we all have to get undressed now?"



"Jap"



Mark watched Katerina walk away, while Ivanna was still sitting in the chair.



"Stand up and raise your arms, Ivanna," Katerina commanded her.



"Do I really have to be naked, Mommy? Can't I at least keep my panties on?"



Katerina replied, "Ivanna Mark is going to give me a lot of money to help us, and I told him we would do everything he wanted this weekend. So... I don't want to hear any more complaints from you! Now get up!"



Ivanna did as she was told. Katerina pulled off her top, exposing her flat chest. Then she grabbed Ivanna's shorts and pushed her and her panties to the floor. Mark looked at her hairless, pubescent pussy and could feel his cock hardening. Katerina then took off her clothes.



Katerina looked at Mark and said with a smile, "Your honey turns out beautifully."



Mark stood up and took off his clothes. Katerina could see Ivanna staring at his fully erect penis. Katerina grabbed Ivanna's hand and went into the hot tub. Mark followed behind. Katerina moaned slightly as she sat down in the water. The hot water stung her bruised bottom a little. Katerina and Ivanna sat with Mark between them. He put one arm around Katerina and the other around Ivanna.



"That feels wonderful, Mark," Katerina sighed as she sipped her drink.



"Yes, that's great," Ivanna agreed.



Mark asked Ivanna, "So, are you okay with being naked here, Ivanna, with me and your mother?"



"Um...sure...I guess"



Ivanna saw Mark whisper something to her mother. Katerina did as he commanded and wrapped her hand around Mark's penis. As she began to stroke it, Mark moved his hand to Ivanna's thigh and began to rub it. Without thinking, Ivanna placed her hand on his thigh. Mark finished his piña colada and asked Katerina to refill all the glasses, including Ivanna's. Katerina got out. Ivanna saw her mother's buttocks for the first time when she got out of the hot tub.



"Mommy, what happened to your bottom?"



She turned to her daughter, "Oh yes, I thought you might notice. Well, um... You know about sex...right?"



Ivanna blushed as she answered "Yes, Mommy"



"Well, Mark and I had sex earlier today, before we got you. Sometimes, as part of sex play, it can be fun to hurt your partner a little. So, Mark wanted to spank me with his belt today."



"Did you like letting him hurt you?"



"Um...yes, I did. It's hard to explain...but sometimes sex is good when you're dominated by your partner. I really liked how Mark hit my ass with his belt. He put a sex toy inside me, and then he fucked my asshole with his cock. I had a powerful orgasm at the end. Any questions?" Katerina asked with a chuckle.



"He put his thing in your butt?" Ivanna asked, shocked.



"Yes... he did... and I loved it, honey. Anything else?"



"Um...no mom"



Katerina turned around and went inside.





Part 6: Ivanna sucks Mark's cock
Katerina returned with the drinks and went back into the water. Mark soon grabbed her hand and pulled it towards his penis. Katerina began to stroke it.



As she began to stroke his penis, Mark said to Katerina, "You are certainly very open and direct with Ivanna and I love it."



She replied, "Well...given that I agreed to let you do that with my daughter, whom I think I might as well be with directly."



Ivanna heard her mother's reply to Mark, but said nothing.



Ten minutes passed, and Mark said to Katerina, clearly enough for Ivanna to hear, "Move your hand to my balls, Katerina."



Mark then grabbed Ivanna's left hand with one hand. As he pulled it towards his penis, he said, "Ivanna, I want you to wrap your hand around my penis."



"Huh? You want me to pack your thing?" Ivanna replied, surprised.



Katerina reached over. He grabbed her daughter's left hand and pulled it towards Mark's penis. As Ivanna's hand approached Mark's penis, Katerina said to her daughter, "Ivanna, it's 'one penis' or 'penis'...no matter. Now open your hand and grab Mark's penis."



Ivanna looked at her mother as she did as she was told. Mark soon felt the 9-year-old girl's hand around his penis. Katerina wrapped her free hand around her daughter's and began to move up and down his penis.



Katerina took her hand and said, "Let Ivanna continue, it feels good for Mark."



Mark then began kissing Katerina before turning his head to kiss Ivanna. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and Katerina watched as Mark kissed her daughter. After a while, Mark decided it was time to escalate. He stood up and sat on the side of the hot tub. He told Katerina to suck him. She said nothing as she moved between his legs and took his penis into her mouth. Mark let out a sigh as she took his shaft into her mouth. She began bobbing her head on Mark's penis while massaging his balls with one hand.



"AHHHHHH Oh Katerina, you are so good at sucking cock"



Mark turned his head and saw Ivanna watching him.



"Hey Katerina, don't you think it's about time Ivanna learned how to suck cock?" Mark asked.



She pulled her mouth away from Mark's penis and sighed. "Okay, Mark. How about we go to the bedroom now?"



He smiled and replied, "That's a great idea, Katerina."



They all got out of the pool. Mark had laid out some towels earlier, so they dried themselves off before heading to the bedroom. Mark held Ivanna's hand as he led her to where she was to be harassed. Once there, Mark lay back down on the bed. Katerina got between his legs and lowered her mouth to Mark's penis; Mark groaned as the warmth of her mouth engulfed his penis. Ivanna kept her eyes glued to her mother while she sucked Mark's penis. Katerina slowly slid her lips down Mark's shaft until her nose was buried in Mark's pubes.



"Wow, it's all in your mouth. How do you do that? It's so big," Ivanna said in amazement.



Katerina pulled Mark's penis out of her mouth and said, "It takes practice to take such a big penis down your throat, which is what I just did. You can learn eventually, honey."



Katerina looked at Ivanna. "You'll try to suck him, but don't take his penis down your throat...okay?"



Katerina changed her clothes and Ivanna got between Mark's legs. Her small hand went around Mark's penis as she looked closely at it. Katerina told her to move her hand up and down a few times.



"Do you want to ejaculate in her mouth, Mark?" Katerina asked.



"Absolutely!" he replied.



"When he ejaculates into your mouth, swallow it all. You don't want to waste it when he cums. Go ahead and try to suck it," Katerina told Ivanna.



Then Ivanna kissed the tip, opened her mouth, and let the head slide between her lips. Ivanna's tongue swirled around the head of Mark's penis. Watching a 9-year-old suck a penis is quite a sight. Katerina told her daughter to take more of Mark's penis into her mouth.



"Ahhhhhhh, that's good Ivanna, Oh yes, like that"



"Look, honey, you're doing it. Feel really good," Katerina praised her daughter.



Ivanna sucked harder on Mark's cock when she heard her mother's praise. She tried to push more into his mouth, but he was gagged. Quickly, she pulled Mark's cock out of his mouth.



"Don't try to put it all in, sweetie, you're not ready for that. Just put in as much as you can without gagging."



"Okay, Mommy," she simply said before taking me back into her mouth.



The 9-year-old girl made her mouth slide up and down Mark's penis while she sucked and used her tongue like her mother rubbed Mark's balls with her hand.



"Make Mark cum honey. Remember to swallow and don't waste any of his sperm."



Ivanna bobbed her head up and down on Mark's hard cock.



"Ahhhhhhh, I can't hold back. Much longer," Mark groaned.



"He's about to shoot honey into your mouth," Katerina warned her daughter.



"Ohhhhhhh! Ivanna...oh yes, little girl. I'm going to cum in your mouth. Don't stop. AHHHHHHHHHHH! AM I COMING!" Mark screamed as his balls began to pump out his sperm into the mouth of the 9-year-old girl.



Mark ejaculated his first load into her mouth. Her eyes widened, and a look of surprise crossed her face. Mark finished with six powerful spurts of semen into Ivana's mouth before his orgasm. Katerina and Mark watched as Ivana pulled her mouth away from Mark's penis and swallowed his semen.



"Wow...that was incredible!" (Mark as "Blown away".)



Katerina instructed Ivanna on how to clean Mark's penis. Ivanna licked the semen that was still dripping from his penis, and then she leaned back and licked her semen-covered lips clean.



"So...umm...honey...what did you do? Think about your first taste of a man's sperm?" Katerina asked.



"Um... It was so warm, thick, and slimy too, and really salty. Does it always taste like that?"



"All men taste pretty much the same. The more you do it, the more you'll like... Honestly, I love eating a man's cum, and I swallowed Mark's sperm earlier today, so I know what you're tasting."



"Okay Mami"



"Enough for now...Let's go back out onto the terrace and finish our drinks," Mark said.